Mysterious Resurrection: What If

Chapter 137 The Museum of Souls (-6)

By the time everyone realized what was happening, the whole world was already enveloped in a red light.

The view immediately became clear.

"Legs! Behind you!"

Zhao Lei and Zhang Han pointed in horror at Yang Jian's back, where an old man was lying face down, his hands tightly covering Yang Jian's eyes!

Lifeless and on the verge of death, dressed in clothing from the Republican era.

The most terrifying thing is that the old man only has an upper body. His waist looks like it has been cut open by a sharp instrument. Looking in from the cross-section, most of his internal organs have already shriveled up, leaving only cold, white chunks of flesh.

A deep voice sounded in Yang Jian's ear: "You young man are truly formidable; you reacted so quickly."

Yang Jian did not respond. The supernatural force was still resisting, and he dared not be distracted. If his ghostly eyes were blocked again, the terrifying old man would surely kill him immediately. He only had one chance.

Just then, a piercing laugh mixed with wailing came towards the old man, followed closely by a large patch of hideous tattoos that quickly moved along the wall toward Yang Jian.

"You're alright, but your two teammates are a bit lacking."

As he spoke, the old man covered his face with his hands, completely blocking his view.

A strange thing happened: Zhang Han and Zhao Lei's attacks seemed to have lost their direction and all missed their target.

Yang Jian slowly turned his head, his scarlet eyes fixed on the old man in front of him, and coldly said:
"A single method of attack, yet an absurdly high level of terror. I've only ever seen this kind of thing in ghost tamers during the Republic of China era. You're not a modern person."

The withered fingers that had been covering his face slightly parted, revealing a pair of cloudy eyeballs, and a muffled sound came from his throat:
“You are very smart and your judgment is very accurate. I have been in the soul bottle until now, just waiting for the day when I can enter this museum.”

On the pitch-black ghostly figure, scarlet ghost eyes kept emerging. Yang Jian was trying to open a deeper level of ghost realm, but every time a ghost eye just emerged, the old man would cover it with his hand and forcefully press it down.

The old man's behavior made Yang Jian's eyelids twitch. Not only could he lie on the ghostly figure, but he could also completely restrict the ghost's eyes at the same time. This exaggerated supernatural confrontation was something that even Yang Jian had never encountered before.

"Young man, your condition is quite rare. The incomplete puzzle pieces have actually complemented each other, forming another form with supernatural abilities and multiple attack methods."

The lifeless old man seemed to have been inside the bottle for too long; he appeared to be a bit talkative.

Yang Jian said coldly, "You talk a lot of nonsense, but you've reminded me of something."

"Ok?"

A hint of doubt flashed in the old man's eyes as a drop of lake water fell from above his head and landed squarely on his face.

His expression immediately changed: "Ghost Lake?! Where did you go to provoke such a thing!"

The water droplets grew denser and denser, as if someone were pouring water down from the ceiling, relentlessly showering the old man with water.

The Ghost Lake continued to wash over the old man's frail body, but his expression softened.

"Kid, I almost fell for your trick. This level of ghost lake isn't enough to kill me."

After saying that, the old man raised his palm and once again covered the ghost eye on Yang Jian's forehead.

Yang Jian did not stop him, and simply said, "You're stupid."

"You have no manners!" "You're right about that, my father died very early."

After saying that, Yang Jian spread his arms and fell straight backward.

A large amount of lake water had already covered the ground, and Yang Jian, carrying the old man on his back, fell into the lake.

The lake was strangely peculiar; it looked barely above knee height, yet Yang Jian was steadily sinking.

The old man glanced down, a solemn look on his face. The lake was bottomless, and there were even several floating corpses in it.

However, this was not enough to kill him. His withered hands had already covered his ghost eyes, and the red light around him gradually dimmed, appearing and disappearing as if it were about to go out.

But just then, a dog barked from the bottom of the lake.

The old man suddenly turned his head to look at the source of the sound, and his expression changed instantly.

Then came a wave of dizziness, his eyelids felt as heavy as lead, and he couldn't help but close them. He tried to pull his hand back to cover his eyes, but the murky lake water hindered his movements, and his hand movements became slower and slower until they gradually stopped completely.

Yang Jian had already planned his next move the moment the old man appeared. The previous attack was just a feint. He had been waiting for this moment. As long as he could pull the old man into a dream, Yang Jian would be victorious in this duel.

When the old man opened his eyes again, he was already in a lush green forest.

Yang Jian's cold voice rang in her ears: "Think carefully before you answer me. You only have one chance to speak."

Looking up, I saw a one-armed boy sitting in front of a small wooden house. Beside him stood a black dog the size of a calf, growling at me.

The old man's gaze remained fixed on the large black dog, his eyes filled with shock and disbelief. This was a creature he had never encountered before in the realm of the supernatural.

A ghost with a useful self-awareness, an anomaly capable of fully utilizing supernatural powers.

After a long silence, the old man realized that he had no room for negotiation when it came to supernatural phenomena involving consciousness. He was now just a lamb to the slaughter. However, he was shocked by the black dog, as it was a path that had never been imagined in their time.

“I can tell you everything I know, but you have to tell me where this dog came from. I know I’m not in a position to negotiate with you right now. I don’t need to tell you how it came to be. I just want to know who created this absolutely impossible miracle.”

Yang Jian nodded: "No problem."

The old man propped himself up and stood up; even in his dream, he had no lower body.

“In my time, ghosts always came out of that museum.”

Yang Jian was taken aback: "Wasn't this museum built during the Republic of China era?"

"No..." The old man shook his head.

"The museum was already in existence when we discovered the first ghost in this place."

The old man continued, "Because there were so many vengeful ghosts, a woman surnamed Meng got involved. She entered the museum alone..."

His gaze drifted, as if he were back in his prime: "She was the best among us... I don't know what she went through inside, but she came out and told us that time in the museum moves backward."

"In other words, theoretically speaking, staying in the museum could even allow one to trace the origins of the vengeful ghosts and explore the truth behind the supernatural..."

(End of this chapter)